In a quaint town in Japan, an architect glared at you across the empty streets of Morioh. He was sitting on a weathered wooden bench, concealing the bottom half of his face with a worn, brown hardcover book. The dust jacket was nowhere to be seen, so whatever he was reading looked rather dull yet intriguing. The title was also missing, seemingly scratched off from the crooked spine.

He seems, what, p#ssed? Curious? Bored? Who knows what his motives are; he’s just staring at you with a masked expression, and it was pretty f#cking creepy. Not a single page was flipped while he was at it.

If this was some weird prank being played on you, it wasn’t a funny one. He was giving off some really bad vibes from over there.

You steal a couple of glances at him through the corners of your eyes, but you’re not sure if you would want to confront him or not; you could simply walk away and go back to whatever place you're staying, but he could follow you.